Flower in winter (English)

 

i felt it in the acres

i saw it in the seed

the sun that shone upon the field has burned a hole in me

 

i know because of shadows,

 

the wrench inside my guts

 

morning gone and left behind 

 

a disc line field of cuts.

 

 

 

the tragedy of fallow crops

 

against the wicked rayne

 

time of plenty gone again

 

memry left to wane

 

the softest ay's in springtime fayde

 

the richer was I then

 

curt o's of winter soon relent!

 

when I'll begin agen.